ᴀ ᴅᴇꜱɪ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ
(BOOK 1 IN THE SERIES, "THE TAINTED LOVE ANTHALOGY)
ᴀ ᴅᴇꜱɪ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ
"Theory or practical?" He asked, his voice low and husky as his eyes roamed around her body.
"S-sir?" She shuddered at how close they were standing right n...
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Sitting on the bed I looked at the box of chocolates in my hand. They looked quite expensive. In the morning when Mr. Rathore gifted me this I got way too much happy and surprised at the same time. I felt like he gifted me this because he probably doesn't wants to show his interest on other girls. I was thinking as to what Arohi told me, but I was wrong. All these things don't work, I knew it.
I felt my chest get heavy as I looked myself into the mirror that was just opposite to the bed. I heard him. He will now date Miss Sana. I shouldn't be reacting like this.
For God's sake he's an adult, older than you and your professor. He would obviously date someone of his age and someone like Miss Sana was exactly whom he should date.
My reflection spoke to me as if it were a different person who has a different point of view. I agreed to all of it's words. But still why did I feel like my chest burning in pain why do I feel like something very close to me was snatched away even before it got to be mine.
Maybe not something a matured 21 year old would do it, but I was doing. I was crying. The tears kept rolling down my eyes continuously and I only felt my chest feeling tightened. I hated this. I hated being like this, crying over a what? A professor? A crush? But then was it really a crush if it is affecting me so much?
I don't know. There are a lot of questions in my mind but none of them had an answer. Even though it felt so silly but I still felt like the world was suddenly crashing down. What was I expecting? My professor being in love with me? That was wrong in so many ways but still I knew, my heart wanted exactly that. But this time the love story ended even before it could start.
The thoughts clouded my mind as I kept looking at my figure in the reflection, my body trembling from the impact of the sobs. I felt like hitting my forehead on the wall as to how silly it seemed to my brain but not to my heart. Before I could control my sobs, the door opened with a click. It was my brother who got shocked seeing me like that.
I immediately wiped my tears off. Letting him know the reason of me crying was like hitting the axe on my own legs. He immediately stepped towards me with a concerned and worried face.
